Brushed the dust off my bike today and took it on a little geocaching circuit around town. Absolutely perfect weather. Picked up a bunch of caches. Lost my notes about 3/4 way through so I just decided to take the long way home via the CNR spur. Where the spur met the TCT, I was enamoured with a vision of some blue siberian squill on the shores of a riverbank, so I got off my bike to sort of just sit there and nod off on a log.

Then I pedalled back. My legs feel like jelly because I am mucho out of shape but there's a pound of wings arriving (ETA 10 minutes?) and some cider in the fridge to ease that pain.